מילים לשיר Summer Teeth – Wilco

Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
And every evening when he get home
His hearts in a bowl behind the bank
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything And it doesn't seem to mean anything Another autumn, a travelers guide
One summer, a suicide
And every evening when he get home
He hits snooze twice before he dies
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having He feels lucky to have you here
In his kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there It's just a dream he keeps having
It's just a dream
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything.